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“Thank you, Gaspery.” She never dwelt on my lapses, and I couldn’t entirely parse why this made me feel so awful. There’s a low-level, specific pain in having to accept that putting up with you requires a certain generosity of spirit in your loved ones.

There had been a time when he had listened out for signals, abruptly convinced he was not alone, that other humans were out there and they wanted to talk to him. He had spent hours trying to sift gold dust from the clay of universal static.

Easier to delve into the library and pick over plays and books and films that felt like the bones of human thought stranded on this alien beach. A bleakness had hold of him, its hands on his shoulders. The gravity, that fractional additional drag to every action, seemed to have intensified in ways that affected only him.

Baltiel watched, sometimes, through the ship's cameras: Senkovi sitting at the makeshift workstation he'd set up in the central hub, wires and devices floating about him and his hair (longer and longer these days) a crazy Medusa's crown about his face. Or perhaps the waving tendrils of his hair made him somehow more relatable to his test subjects.